DAY 9 ...
After nine days I have lost 9.5 pounds — from 226 to 116.5 lbs.
This makes me very happy. Happier still, because my original high weight, before starting the "South Beach Diet," was even higher — 238 (the scale only said that once, but ... wow, am I right)?
I look in the mirror for the first time in years. I was unable to really look before. Too painful psychically. Seriously — when I was heavy, which was for like 11 years, I lived in the twilight of denial.
But diabetes busted down the ability to keep denying. It dissolves your body. In my case, I began to literally rot in all the private dank places. Foot rot, crotch rot, pit rot, behind-the-ear rot. I felt like a corpse, like Lazarus.
More than you wanted to know, I know. It was very disturbing to me. I didn't know I had diabetes. I thought I was — melting.
So this diet was very wonderful for me. I am about to go "off" it for 3 weeks while I go on a car trip to Utah. I will be on the maintenance phase of it, though, with 16.5 pounds till to lose, I will hop back on the harsh phase for a few days as soon as I get back, and am able to abstain without going crazy.
Projection: I will lose the next 16.5 pounds more slowly — by summer's end.
I thank the diet but I thank other things as well, that came together for me pretty miraculously.
This sounds like a sports testimonial, but I thank God. I figured out a long time ago that I had a mild eating disorder — I just ate 5-10% more than I was supposed to — and I was unable to stop. I was awful at dieting, just awful. So I told the Great Spirit, "Listen, I'm no good at this. You're going to have to step in and take over." I can't prove I had divine help — no footprints in the sugarbowl — but it's a very odd coincidence, wouldn't you say?
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